Round 835 Transcript

As we move deeper into the tunnel, I notice that the air grows thick with dust and the smell of decay. Elric's torchlight casts eerie shadows on the walls, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Suddenly, Varikka's weight shifts again, and she cries out in pain as her injured ankle protests with every step. The tunnel narrows, forcing us to walk single file. I quicken my pace, trying to keep the group moving forward without putting too much strain on Varikka's ankle. The sound of rushing water echoes off the walls, growing fainter with each step we take away from the collapse site. However, I can feel the ground beneath our feet growing increasingly unstable, and I know that we're running out of time before the tunnel collapses. Varikka stumbles, her ankle giving way with a loud crack. I catch her by the arm, supporting her weight as she struggles to stand.

I lunge forward and grab Varikka's arm just in time, supporting her weight as she stumbles. "Easy there!" I call out, my voice echoing off the damp stone walls. "Varikka, how bad is it? Can you put any weight on that ankle?"